Denmark was sick, but it had nothing to do with his economy. His country seemed to be doing just fine, so he figured it was one of those rare occasions where a country caught a cold from another, since he had spent so much time taking care of Iceland when he was sick. The Dane had taken an early weekend and was spending it in bed with his two favorite people nursing him back to health. Now that Iceland was pretty much over his cold, he was working hard to care for him, and Norway was always more affectionate when fussing over another person.

Denmark was worried about Iceland, though. Even if he was feeling a lot better, it was clear that he was still worn out. Still, he had run to the store twice already for more tissues and soup. Norway hadn't been able to convince the younger man to stay at Denmark's house to keep him company, so he took that job. Mostly, the Norwegian just sat in the room reading while Denmark napped, but they chatted when he was awake.

Iceland walked into the room with some more cold medicine, and his cheeks were looking a little flushed. "Iceland," Denmark said slowly, ignoring the way his throat ached.

"Yes? What do you need?" responded the younger, making Norway and Denmark sigh.

"I need you to take a rest with me," Denmark said, patting the sheets beside him.

"I'm fine!" Iceland said hurriedly, but he sounded tired. The two older nations exchanged a look, and Norway stood up and walked over to the younger.

"Get in the bed," he said, gently guiding him to sit next to Denmark. The sick man wrapped his arms around him while Norway tucked them both in.

"You don't need to take care of me anymore," grumbled the Icelander. "I'm fine."

"Maybe I just want to take care of you," Norway said teasingly.

"C'mere," Denmark mumbled, pulling him closer. "You'll be my good luck charm to help me get better."

"Yeah, right. It's my fault you're sick in the first place."

Denmark exchanged another look with Norway, and the latter left the room silently. "Iceland, it's not your fault I got sick."

"Yes, it is, you caught my cold."

"That's not your fault, though, and this is hardly as bad as your cold was anyway."

"Still." The younger man sighed. "You and Norway took such good care of me."

"That's because we love you, Ice."

"I know that, but I want to be able to take care of you when you're sick, too."

"I really appreciate that, but I don't want you to get sick again by overworking yourself."

"I'm not overworking myself."

"You've barely sat down all day, and you look exhausted. No, don't tell me you're fine. I've known you for a very long time, and I'm not an idiot."

"Yeah, yeah." Iceland sighed heavily.

"Listen, Ice, Norway's been sitting on his ass all day keeping me entertained. Why don't you let him run around for a while, and you can relax here with me?"

"Yeah, okay, fine, but you had better not get your snot all over me."

He turned to face the older man, and they wrapped their arms around each other.

"You're so cute, Ice," Denmark whispered happily. "But you're kind of jailbait, aren't you?"

"I'm a country, Denmark. I've lived for over a thousand years."

"Yeah, but you're still jailbait."

"I think your fever is back." Iceland huffed, burying his face in Denmark's chest. The older nation laughed weakly, running his fingers through the other's hair.

When Norway returned a little later, he found them all cuddled up and fast asleep. A warm smile graced his face, and he went to tuck the blankets in around them before deciding to crawl in with them. It wasn't often that Denmark's house was so quiet, and he savored the moment before falling asleep with an arm thrown over the both of them.